The End Of Silence Novels & Stories

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge. "This is for Eden," I whisper. I fire. --- **The Silence** The shot pierces the rift. For a heartbeat, nothing happens. Then- The *scream*. Not the Archivist's. Not the Silence's. The *world's*. The rift implodes, sucking the void, the abominations, the Archivist into nothingness. The battlefield falls silent. The Hunter grabs my arm. "We need to go. *Now*." The ground cracks. The Edge's sterile light bleeds through.

My blood runs cold and the room turns dead silent for a moment before all hell runs loose. ***********************************************************************************************

This is bad, I sigh inwardly as I feel myself tighten. “Did we die?” She returns to her seat, her eyes still closed and I chuckle. “You’re not getting away from me that easy missy.” I say, smiling as I ruffle her hair and the silence returns. From the first time we met, silence seems to be her comfort. Maybe getting involved was the best decision I’ve made in my life after all. Smiling to myself I take her hand again and we drive in the warmth of the stillness that envelopes us, before we reach our destination.

"Release the photos within the hour. The meeting is adjourned." The board members and lawyers packed up quickly, whispering as they filed out, and while some offered Selene polite nods on their way, she barely registered them. She stayed in her seat, her fingers lightly tapping her folder because the sudden drop of adrenaline left her exhausted. Daniel didn't move either, sitting quietly beside her and watching the empty doorway until the doors finally closed, leaving only the three of them inside. The silence in the room changed instantly, the pretense disappearing, as Cassian walked down the table towards her.

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

The end is seconds away. Nora’s fingers tighten slightly in mine as she looks around the room. The thin mattress in the corner. The chains bolted into the concrete wall. The photographs scattered across the floor. Women and girls. Each image taken closer than the last. The final photographs all taken here. The understanding reaches her without words. I feel the precise moment the body fails. The man’s chest rises once more. Then it stops. The silence that follows is different from the quiet of the living world. It is absolute.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.